The poetry of light and darkness.
The pain of being something you are not & being what you are.
Plain, bloody, consuming, lethal magnificent life.
My own past.
Not in years... but in agony.
Gothic and sometimes beautiful.
Always beating with a heart that is partly my own.
Stay a while and enter my world.

Search This Blog

Saturday, August 14, 2010

so i was once well

& in those dreamsI saw both your eyesSapphires of the seaSilver and poisonOnly wolves would fearRightly soTheir brothers taught them wellSisters warned them to stay awayFrom man who are menWomen that are women& their's also